Poem of the Day: Easter Hymn

Easter Hymn

If in that Syrian garden, ages slain,
You sleep, and know not you are dead in vain,
Nor even in dreams behold how dark and bright
Ascends in smoke and fire by day and night
The hate you died to quench and could but fan,
Sleep well and see no morning, son of man.

But if, the grave rent and the stone rolled by,
At the right hand of majesty on high
You sit, and sitting so remember yet
Your tears, your agony and bloody sweat,
Your cross and passion and the life you gave,
Bow hither out of heaven and see and save.

A.E. Housman

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Mondegreen of the Day: Scotland the Brave

I finally got around to looking up┬áthe lyrics for “Scotland the Brave” (the John McDermott version), and it turns out that the first line of the song is:

Let Italy boast of her gay gilded waters

which makes considerably more sense than my best attempt at parsing the line:

Let gay Tully hosts offer bagel devotion